Winter

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    Winter

       

    How gently flakes drift
    like down feathers
    from angel wings
    embracing nature
    beckoning our hearts
    in a whisper that speaks
    winter has arrived.
    As the snow imparts its chill
    the land seduced
    succumbs to her bed of white
    where the only sound
    is the occasional cry
    of natures feathered eyes
    maintaining their sojourn
    wings of the wind
    lamenting while mother nature sleeps.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    hoth2o’s Poems (39)

    Title Comments
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    SOMETHING YOU MISSED 2
    IT BEGINS ANEW 2
    GRANDMA PLEASE 2
    PUPPET MASTERS 2
    Winter 1
    INTELLECTUAL FODDER 0
    DOWNCHILD 1
    THE FACE 2
    SYNAPTIC OUTBREAK 1
    Mother Natures Yoke 4
    Hi Books! 0
    Winter 0
    Simple Gifts 0
    NIGHT COURT 1
    ONCE WE WERE A FAMILY 1
    Stains 3
    First Pleasures 1
    There Were....... 0
    Two Proud Ladies 2
    THE BALANCE 2
    I Don'T Wan'T To Fall Down Again 0
    look at you 2
    Penny a Pound 1
    Self 1
    A Word from Our Sponsor 0
    Thorns Included 1
    Scalded 1
    Night thoughts 1
    The Shrine 2
    NO VACCINE 1
    LOVE AND BEAUTY TRANSFORMED 1
    SILENT TEARS 2
    ISLAND OF THE NIGHT 2
    PILOT WITHOUT A FACE 0
    Cry out! Cry Out! 1
    CIRCULAR MISDiRECTION 2
    THE KELIDESCOPE 2
    Gossip 3
    EXIT WOUNDS 6